And when in procession they entered the court,
Within it the hart and the roebuck did sport.
In the midst of the court was a silver trough long,
Of birds and of animals round it a throng.
Above spread the poplar and linden their shade,
In its coolness the hart and the little hind played.
An apartment they entered, full lofty and fair,
Was crowded with women so courtly of air.
All of red amber composed was the floor,
The roof with gilt letters was written all o’er.
The table it was of the red shining gold
The napkin of Agerwool rare to behold.
The walls were constructed of fair marble stone,
The beams of the roof of the whitest whale bone.
On the floor they are dancing with rapture so high,
Tall, slender, and stately Sir Stig dances by.
Straight and slim as a sapling Child Stig dances up,
In each hand holding a fair silver cup.
Child Stig to the health of his bonny bride quaffed,
And forest and meadow delightedly laughed.